Detoxification

Drop after drop of blood slid down his throat, filling his mouth with the bloody taste. Jiufang Mingyuan barely regained consciousness and used the tip of his tongue to push Yiwu's finger out. "What are you doing?"

"What else can I do? Of course I can help you detoxify." Yi Wu looked at the tip of her index finger. The cut she had just made was no longer bleeding.

That tiny amount of blood was definitely not enough to detoxify. Dissatisfied with the slow bleeding from her fingertips, Yi Wu directly slashed her palm open. Enduring the pain, she clenched her left fist and held it to Jiufang Mingyuan's mouth. Dark red blood flowed into his mouth like water.

He wanted to stop her, but Yi Wu grabbed his chin and said, "Don't move. My blood is very precious. Don't waste it."

Her right hand had not yet recovered, so she could not exert much strength and could only vaguely pry open Jiufang Mingyuan's chin.

If I remembered correctly, Yiwu's own poison hadn't been cured yet, so how could her blood possibly be used to remove it? Jiufang Mingyuan couldn't figure it out, but she said she couldn't waste her blood, so he could only swallow it all obediently.

Time passed minute by minute, and as he swallowed more blood, the restlessness in Jiufang Mingyuan's body gradually subsided, the poison slowly dissipated, and his eyes became clear again.

Yi Wu kept loosening and clenching her palms again, just to squeeze out more blood, completely unaware that her lips were gradually turning pale.

Less than half a month had passed since she was seriously injured, and her body had not yet recovered. Now that she had squeezed out so much blood, her vision was already somewhat black.

"Alright," Jiufang Mingyuan regained some strength and grabbed Yiwu's hand. "The poison won't be cured in a while, so I'll pay with your life first."

He put his fingers together and lightly stroked the wound on Yiwu's palm, and the wound stopped bleeding.

Yi Wu withdrew her hand and prepared to see his expression, but then she realized that she had forgotten something important.

Jiufang Mingyuan had just been poisoned, leaving him almost powerless to fight back. Why hadn't she thought of taking off the mask to take a look? Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she had just missed it.

At this moment, Jiufang Mingyuan was practicing Qigong and regulating his breathing. The golden hollow mask covered most of his face, leaving only the part below his nose exposed.

Yi Wu was injured on both her left and right hands at the moment, and she wasn't sure if she could take off Jiufang Mingyuan's mask before he could react. She stared at his lips and chin carefully, feeling that they looked somewhat familiar.

What does he look like? Why does he wear a mask all day long? What secrets are hidden under the mask?

More and more questions lingered in her mind, and Yi Wu even forgot to treat the wound on her hand.

There was a knock on the door, and Fu Ke came back with the magic doctor, "Young Master, Saint, the magic doctor is here."

Yi Wu waved to open the door, stood up and stood aside, with her hands behind her back.

Upon hearing that the young master was ill, most of the magic doctors rushed over, and even the high priest came in hurriedly on crutches.

"You were fine, how could the poison suddenly take effect? ​​Come, let the young master take a look." He saw Yi Wu and his eyes paused briefly. "Are you injured too? Why do you look like this?"

Yi Wu shook her head, "Thank you for your concern, High Priest. I am fine."

A group of people filed in. Jiufang Mingyuan opened his eyes and quickly found Demon Doctor Weng in the crowd. He cursed coldly, "Weng Yong, your well-educated daughter almost killed me today."

Weng Yong's legs softened and he knelt straight down. "Young Master, calm down. I don't know anything. What happened? Is there some misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding?" Jiufang Mingyuan looked at Fu Ke, "Bring the medicine bowl here and let Doctor Weng take a look to see if it's a misunderstanding."

There was still some medicine left in the bowl, but he felt it didn't taste right, so he was careful and didn't finish it all.

Weng Yong held the medicine bowl and sniffed it, his expression changing slightly.

Originally, they prescribed Jiufang Mingyuan a prescription for anti-drug and protection, but now he smelled an additional dose of a strong drug that could induce aphrodisiacs.

"Young Master, this medicine is personally brewed every day. It's possible that the brewer tampered with it..." Weng Yong found a reason and tried his best to defend Weng Xilai. "This isn't my daughter's fault, so why do you think it's her?"

The other magic doctors stepped forward to feel Jiufang Mingyuan's pulse, their faces changing from serious to surprised, and they were reluctant to let go of his fingertips.

Jiufang Mingyuan snorted, not wanting to argue with him. "Yes, it's such a coincidence. Someone put an aphrodisiac in my medicine and lured her here to frame her."

"If I hadn't seen her sneak into the bedroom, take off her own clothes, and stick to me, I would have believed your nonsense."

The demon doctor who had been taking his pulse withdrew his hand, and the high priest hurriedly asked, "How is it, Young Master, is there anything seriously wrong with your health?"

"Replying to Young Master, and High Priest, the aphrodisiac was extremely potent and indeed triggered the toxins in Young Master's body, nearly killing him."

Seeing that the high priest was about to get anxious, Doctor Wei continued, "Fortunately, the aphrodisiac poison in Young Master's body has been eliminated, and the two original poisons have also been slightly dissipated. He is actually better than before."

Fortunately, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Yi Wu secretly glanced at Jiufang Mingyuan, clenched her left hand, and hid the wound.

Her blood could indeed detoxify. In this case, it would be even more difficult to completely cure Jiufang Mingyuan's poison, lest he take out the God-killing Whip again and kill the immortals.

Right now, the demons are plotting something behind the scenes. This is not a good time for the battle between immortals and demons. We should try our best to avoid a war between the two sides and prevent unnecessary casualties.

Weng Yong's thoughts turned, and he knelt on the ground, "Young Master, this is truly a misunderstanding. I must have come up with this method because I wanted to help you detoxify."

"She was willing to sacrifice her own innocence to save your life. I beg you, Young Master, to forgive her this time for her sincerity. From now on, I will do my utmost to discipline her and will never let her make such a serious mistake again."

He only has this one daughter, whom he treasures since she was a child. Moreover, the Demon Lord said that he wanted to let Weng Xilai and Jiufang Mingyuan get married. If his daughter can become the future Demon Queen, he will naturally rise to prominence as well.

Thinking of this, Weng Yong secretly looked up and glanced at Yi Wu, and found that she was staring at him with a very meaningful look.

After all, Weng Yong was the chief of the magic doctors. When he said this, the others followed suit and pleaded for mercy.

"Yes, Young Master, although Miss Weng was indeed wrong in this matter, fortunately, I was able to help you detoxify by accident, which can be considered a good thing."

"Young Master, please forgive her this time."

"Young Master, please forgive her this time."

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Seeing Jiufang Mingyuan's aura growing colder and colder, and threatening to anger, Fu Ke spoke first, "Don't flatter her. It was the Saint who cured Young Master of the poison. Weng Xilai nearly killed Young Master, and you still have the nerve to beg for her. If the Saint hadn't rushed back to save him, we wouldn't know what would have happened now."

Jiufang Mingyuan was a little tired and waved his hand, "Weng Xilai trespassed into the Winged Demon Palace with the intention of murdering me. He shall be punished with fifty lashes."

"Weng Yong, without distinguishing right from wrong, excused them and dismissed them from their position as the head demon doctor. Demon doctor Wei will take over temporarily. Anyone who pleads for them again will be dealt with together."

"Everyone, go down. I'm tired."

Weng Yong wanted to say something but stopped himself, not daring to say any more. He bowed and left.

The demon doctors all left, and Yiwu was about to leave when Jiufang Mingyuan stopped her, "Yiwu, stay."

The high priest looked around and understood. "The Saint has performed a great service this time and deserves a generous reward. Young Master, please rest early. I will take my leave."

The door was closed, and there was no one else in the hall, and it became quiet for a while.

Yi Wu turned around, her vision blurring. She stumbled a few steps, then raised her hand to cover her forehead. Her head was so dizzy that she couldn't see clearly.

Almost immediately, Jiufang Mingyuan flashed over and carried her to the long couch in the outer room. Gently putting her down, he frowned, "You're so careless, did you not eat in Jiming?"

"Ziying, go make some porridge to nourish the qi and blood."

Just now, Weng Xilai was taken away by the guards, and Qingpu and Ziying were waiting at the door. When they heard the voice, they responded and went to the kitchen to cook porridge.

The young master never orders them around on weekdays, so this porridge must be made for the saint.

Speaking of eating, Yiwu really hasn't eaten anything for some time.

Most immortals practiced fasting, only needing a few elixirs to fill their stomachs. They didn't care about food much. Yiwu's losses were enormous, and those few elixirs wouldn't be enough to make up for the loss, and she didn't want to burden anyone else.

After a short rest, Yi Wu regained consciousness and wanted to return to Ji Ming under the cover of night. "I haven't found the Yin Yang Universe Pearl yet. I have to go back to Ji Ming."

"Why are you in such a hurry? That's not something you can find easily." Jiufang Mingyuan reached out and poured two cups of tea, pushing one to her.

"Why do you say that?" Yi Wu paused, remembering the conversation between the Queen Mother and the Crown Prince. She asked in confusion, "What kind of treasure is that Yin-Yang Universe Pearl, and what is its purpose? Is it worth the demons going to such great lengths to attack Cloud Peak?"

If it were an ordinary thing, it wouldn't have to be like this.

Jiufang Mingyuan didn't answer immediately. He poured himself three cups of tea, exhaled, and then slowly said, "The Yin-Yang Universe Pearl is a treasure that a saintly woman from the demon clan accidentally obtained."

"With it, the Saint can predict the future and protect the demon clan. For thousands of years, it has helped the demon clan overcome difficulties time and time again, and has long become the foundation of the demon clan. It is also thanks to it that the demon clan has been able to prosper and even become powerful enough to seal the immortal clan."

"The Yin-Yang Universe Pearl is indispensable to the demons. No matter the cost, we must take it back."

Yi Wu listened attentively and analyzed calmly, "Peeping into the future is a major taboo in cultivation. A dignified Heavenly Monarch wouldn't risk his life to foresee the future, something that goes against the laws of nature. Could there be other reasons...? Does the Yin-Yang Universe Pearl have other uses?"

"Why can it only be inherited by saints? Are each generation of saints the children of the previous generation?"

Thinking of something, Yi Wu shook her head again, "A person's gender is determined before birth. Jun Xuan was born decades before the Immortal-Demon War. Even if he obtained the Yin-Yang Universe Pearl, it would be useless."

Jiufang Mingyuan had no idea about this question and naturally could not answer it. His eyes fell on Yi Wu's right wrist.

Half a month had passed, and a thick layer of blood scab had formed on the surface of the wound, but the tendons and veins inside had not recovered, and Yi Wu had no strength in her right hand.

The high priest said that someone had used the Devouring Magic to devour and reshape the body. So could Yi Wu also... But those who practiced the Devouring Magic did not have a good end. Jiufang Mingyuan lowered his eyes.